All Chapters of Professor Grayson's Favorite sin: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Damien was on the phone. He had been on the phone for the past twenty minutes since Lennon hung up. His voice was sharp and his jaw was tight. His knuckles were white around the device."I need everyone now. I need every contact, resource. I don't care what it costs."Lennon turned from the doorway. "The nanny. What did she say?"Damien lowered the phone. His face was pale. "She didn't see anything. Someone came in through the service entrance, they knocked her out before she could react.""She's in the hospital?""Yes. She's going to be okay, but she couldn't identify anyone. She didn't see their faces."Damien moved closer. He put his hand on Lennon's shoulder, the touch was meant to be comforting. It wasn't."We're going to find him.""How? We don't know where he is. We don't know who he's working with, we don't know anything."Damien held his gaze. "We're going to find him because we have to. There's no other option, we can't stop."Lennon pulled away. "I need to do something. I c

The penthouse was under siege. Not by armed men. The footage of Lennon from his kidnapping was everywhere. Every news channel played it, every social media feeds shared it. Every conversation was about it.Lennon stood in the living room. The television was off. He couldn't watch it anymore. He had seen enough, the footage showed him in the warehouse. It showed him talking to his captors. It made him look like he was working with them.Damien was at the window. His back was to the room. His shoulders were tight, he hadn't spoken in an hour."Damien. Look at me."Damien turned. His face was hard. His eyes were cold, the warmth that usually lived there was gone."The footage.”Lennon moved closer. "It's not real. You know that."Damien shook his head. "I know what I saw.""What you saw was edited. They took pieces of the truth and twisted them, they made it look like something it wasn't."Damien was quiet for a moment. "They made it look like you were working with them."Lennon felt the

The hospital waiting room was cold. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead with a constant buzzing sound. The plastic chairs were uncomfortable and hard and the air smelled like antiseptic, fear and desperation.Lennon sat in the corner. He had been there for hours, he hadn't moved from that spot. He hadn't slept, hadn't eaten. He just waited.Damien was beside him. His hand was on Lennon's knee. His face was pale, his eyes were red-rimmed from exhaustion."They've been in surgery for three hours."Lennon looked at him. "I know.""They said he lost a lot of blood. They said it was touch and go for a while.""I know."Damien was quiet for a moment. "He's going to be okay.""How do you know?""Because he has to be. He can't die, not after everything we've been through."Lennon was quiet for a moment. "He's strong.""Yes. He's the strongest person I know."The doors swung open. The doctor walked out. His scrubs were stained with blood, his face was tired. He had been in surgery for hour

The penthouse had become a war room. Maps covered every available surface. Phones buzzed constantly with updates and reports. People moved through the space with purpose and urgency. The air was thick with tension and fear.Lennon stood at the table. He had been awake for forty-eight hours straight. His eyes were heavy and red-rimmed. His mind was sharp despite the exhaustion, he couldn't afford to rest not while his son was out there.Damien was on the phone. He was coordinating with the team. His voice was low and controlled, the calm was a mask. Everyone could see through it."The location is confirmed. An abandoned factory on the east side. Kessler has been using it as his base of operations, it’s heavily guarded."Lennon looked at the map. "How many guards?""At least a dozen. Maybe more, we have reports of additional security on the perimeter.""We need a plan."Damien set the phone down. "We have a plan, we go in hard and fast. We get Luca out. Everything else is secondary."Le

The hospital room was too bright. Lennon sat in the chair beside Damien's bed. His head was wrapped in bandages that covered the gash above his temple. His ribs were taped tightly. His body was covered in bruises that had turned purple and black overnight. The doctor had confirmed a concussion that made the world feel distant and strange. Every movement sent a jolt of pain through his body.Damien lay in the bed. His leg was in a heavy cast that reached from his ankle to his thigh. His face was bruised and swollen. His arm was bandaged where shrapnel had cut him. He was exhausted but awake, he was holding Luca against his chest.Luca was asleep. The doctors had checked him thoroughly. He was fine, a few scratches on his arms. Some dust in his lungs that they had cleared out, nothing permanent. He had been scared but he was safe. His small chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath."He's okay."Lennon looked at Damien. "Yes."Damien looked down at Luca. "He's actually okay.""Ye